Quinton: Why do you want my journal?
Kujaku-L. Iceshard: Because.
Quinton: Because what? Why do you need it?
K.L.I: To spill your dirty secrets to the fanfic world.
Quattro: What dirty secrets? Who is she, Quinton?
Quinton: There are no secrets!
K.L.I: Ah, say what you want... Let's open this thing!
Chris's Journal: (The Sequel thingy to Michael's Journal by BlueButterflyRose, which was adopted by Lee-Lee2306)
May 16th: 10:22 PM, 2001
Truthfully, it was only today that I remembered the journal I was given. I realised once I flipped through the empty pages that it would be better to write in it for once. If I get any worse, at least my thoughts will be on paper. And that if I actually die, I'll have left something for my family, no matter how little it may be. At least they've been there for me, which makes me wish I had been there for them more. Byron's been visiting me every now and then, still calling me Precious Flower. He's been apologising for giving us the crests in the first place, yet somehow I don't blame him... blaming him for all of this would only make things worse, I know.
Thomas gave me two very beautiful gold bracelets, which kind of surprised me at first. I don't even know why I'm surprised. Thomas can be nice when he wants to be, after all. He seemed concerned about my coughing when he visited, and told me I'll be okay. Actually, he told me that if I die, he'll have to kill me. He also said Michael should visit soon. I hope he's right; I want to see him before something awful happens to me again. Not for my sake, but because I want him to know I'll make it through this. I think I will, at least. Well, seeing it's hard to write in a coughing fit, I'll pick this up again later. The doctors say I need to rest... but I won't dare fall asleep without seeing Michael first.